Reincarnated with the Country System

Chapter 84 Meeting with the Foreign Minister

Minister James introduced himself

There was silence in the room for a few seconds until Duchess Milana spoke up about what she wanted from the Alliance.

"I am Duchess Milana, representative of the Kingdom of Britannia. If you are asking us directly, I would like the Bernard Empire to assist my kingdom in the fields of agricultural technology, transportation, and medicine."@@@@

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James replied to Milana, "Oh! You want us to help your country with agriculture, transportation, and medicine. To tell you the truth, Miss Milana, we can help you with the two things you asked for. The first is agriculture, which we will be willing to help the kingdom of Britannia, but in exchange for trading crops that do not grow here. The second is medicine; we will be happy to help you with this since plague and disease are some of the greatest enemies of mankind. Therefore, in order to prevent this, the country must be well-versed in the field of medicine to avoid ignorance that causes the spread of epidemics, prevention is still better than cure. Now, it will be a little difficult for us to help you with transportation because it contains a very sensitive technology that can lead to the safety of our country if it falls into the wrong hands."

Milana was both happy and saddened by what she heard. But James suddenly spoke, and this made Milana happy.

"Well, we can't help you with transportation, we can help you build roads and ports."

Marquis Sam, who had been listening to their conversation, finally spoke:

"Sir James, what if we ask for help in the field of military technology? Will that country be obligated to help our country? Or is the Empire just a pussy, keeping their military technology to themselves to prove that they are just a bunch of weaklings hiding in technology."

James looked at Sam and replied, "Well, I guess we can't help your country in terms of military technology. I would also like to assure you that we are also a country that will definitely destroy those who get in our way with brute force. As if one of the real pussies in front of me is afraid to fight a country that is much superior to him. We also like to take what we want with bloodshed if they don't want to give it to us."

The nobles moved on to their next meeting, a lunch, which left Duke Gorge a little agitated.

Milana was also excited about the upcoming lunch. She loved the cuisine of this country so much that she even asked herself if she wanted to go back to the boring food in her home.

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The ferry, laden with pilgrims, merchants, and the scents of faraway lands, groaned against the wooden piles and finally met its berth.

Dizzy, hiding her black hair under a headscarf, stood on deck. Beside her, Felix, in religious dress, flashed a charming smile at a passing group of women, earning a chorus of giggles.

"Are you ready?" Dizzy asked.

Felix nodded, adjusting the pouch slung over his shoulder. "I'm as ready as I need to be. Let's mingle and see what we can uncover."

They made their way through the throngs of pilgrims, their simple attire identifying them as humble seekers of the moon goddess's knowledge. Felix maintained his charming smile as he looked down at the people around him so that no one would suspect them.

Their cover story, meticulously crafted, was that they were a group of scholars on a pilgrimage to study the island's unique flora and ancient rituals.

The inn they found was modest and frequented by pilgrims and traders. Its common room is buzzed with conversations in various dialects, offering a rich tapestry of information for keen ears. While Felix charmed the innkeeper's daughter, gleaning details about the upcoming Moon Festival and other events, Dizzy focused on a group of off-duty Twilight Guardians, their armour stacked neatly by their table.

Their leader, a grizzled veteran with eyes as sharp as his sword, spoke of heightened security. Apparently, recent raids on coastal villages, attributed to pirates, had put the island on edge. Dizzy noted every word and every gesture, committing details to memory. Increased patrols maintained a tight net, but also presented a potential pattern to exploit.